less air to breathe
more concrete to carve our hopes onto
bigger and bigger
to show the world our pride
less trees
less anything with an own will
this culture breathes poison
this city only knows how to grow
bigger and bigger
that's what we deserve
for the time keeps ticking
and we have only one purpose to serve
the void between our heartbeats
it has to be filled
what better place than here and now
wrap it up and leave it choking...
more concrete to carve our hopes onto
more rope to hang ourselves with
it's us the architects
tomorrow we'll be wiser
tomorrow with a bigger capacity
wrap this planet up and leave it dying...
we'll build a bomb that's big enough
to bring the future here at last
